Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 377-Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I

thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs

and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the

corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves

are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin

to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came

through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m

focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door

open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my

head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand

pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say

anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what

Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood

a little blue bundle in his armsA cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side,

reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my

face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and

look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at

him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in

unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see

wrongI close my eyes, seeking my bond with my

it, because Roger shakes

Roger shouts, his hands still hard on my shoulders.

He looks back over his shoulder and

clearing behind the

at Roger’s face

see how grave his

blood feels like it drains from me.

follow his gaze, and I see two dark forms laying

in the darkness. One covered in the folds of

robes, the other…

in an instant, as fast as I can

baby

at Rafe and my instincts

snarl, my teeth fully bared,

mouth

eyes wide in shock and puts up his

fast. “Ella, the gift – you have to

give me the baby

it breaks every part of my poor

within me screaming to hold him close, to never let

go again…

more glance towards those forms in

his godfather. Roger will take care

word I take off, sprinting towards

Sinclair

open in the forest and wince as the bright

Fuck, I think, covering the top half of my

morning?

then I realize,

don’t remember going to

sit up, wary,

even in my bed.

Inside at all…

forest and down at the

the crisp white linens. Where

soft voice says, and I whip my head

I

so beautiful. She’s got to be she can’t be

voice low with awe. But she doesn’t

the soft smile I expect, instead bursting into

head

hands and smiling down into my face. “You’ve been asleep for

about it –

“Am I…am I dead?”

smiles down at me, slowly shaking her head. “No, baby,”

about these questions, except Dr.

is fine. You’re

frowning up at her. But she just smiles at me again

in my lap. My arms wrap around her